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William Janes IV and Margaret Seybert

[Continued from The Jacob Seybert family: Fort Seybert]
Part 3: Margaret Seybert-Janes in the years after the massacre at Fort Seybert.
Recall that in April 1758, Margaret and several of her siblings were captured by a Shawnee war party and taken captive to Indian lands after the slaughter of her parents and other settlers at Fort Seybert, WV.

In the years following the ‘French and Indian Wars’ and her ordeal with the Shawnee, Margaret married William Janes IV. At the time, the British colonies in America were on track to become a national entity known as the United States…

William  JANES IV was born in 1746; died BEF 20 Oct 1801 in Pendleton, WV; buried in Pendleton,WV.

William JANES IV married Margaret SEYBERT in 1770. They had the following children: Henry JANES (b. 1771),Eleanor JANES (b. 1773), John JANES (b. 1777), Samuel JANES (b. 1779), ♥ William JANES V (b. 9 Apr 1780), Edward JANES (b. 1783), Elizabeth JANES (b. 1785), Margaret JANES (b. 1787).

1.  In 1751, while he was a child, William’s parents family settled on Straight Creek, near Monterey. Their plantation and the land mentioned in item #2  below, in William’s IV’s Will, might be or contain some of the same properties.{D1} A study of modern maps shows that William III and William IV probably lived within a maximum of 7 miles from one another along Straight Creek, between the present boarder of  WV and  Monterey, VA.
2.  William and Margaret developed a plantation on Straight Creek, about 25 miles southwest of old Fort Seybert and the Dyer Settlement. The location is probably just north of present day Monterey, VA.

Concerning locations, William’s Will states:
1) “75 acres on Straight Creek adjoining to Weeks land”,
2) “191 acres, lying in the forks of Straight Creek below the plantation where I now live”,
3) ” I bequeathe unto my wife Margaret her third part of the plantation whereon I now live”,
4) “a tract of land lying on Straight Creek, which formerly has and does now in part belong to the heirs of George Evick Sen.”{D1}

MILITARY: William was a Company officer, a Captain  of 67+ men in the First Battalion of the 46th Regiment in 1793. Colonel of the 1st Battalion, was Peter Hull; and Major, Henry Fleisher.{D2}

The Janes family were slave holders, as evidenced by William’s Will:

WILL: (Excerpt) “2nd. I give and bequethe unto my wife Margaret her third part of the plantation whereon I now live, during her life, also one negro woman named Luce. Also all my household furniture, three milk cows, and her choice of one breeding mare out of any that I may have at the time of my decease…4th. I give unto my son William and his heirs forever, the plantation whereupon I now reside containing  ___ acres, also two other small tracts of land adjoining to the plantation where I now live on the North and Northwest side containing ___ acres. I give unto my son William and his heirs forever one Negro boy named David…12th. I give unto my son William for his use and the use of my wife Margaret all my plows, harness and all my other farming utensils…” The WILL was signed
25 Apr 1801.{D1}

1. A copy of the Will exists inPendleton County Court,Pendleton County,West Virginia, pages 352-356. Also seen in Betebenner–Horney  and Allied Families, page 264.
2. A History of Pendleton County, West Virginia, by  Oren Morton, reprinted, copyright 1980,  publ by Genealogical Publishing co., Baltimore, MD, pg. 396.

Margaret SEYBERT was born in ABT 1745 in Tulpechocken region, Berks, PA; died AFT 1801.
BIRTH:  Margaret was born to Jacob Seybert and Elizabeth Theiss on the families 209 acre tract of land in Bethel Twp., Berks County (Tulpechocken region), PA, which was a settlers grant given to them by the colonial Pennsylvania government.

RELIGION: Her parent’s were members of Trinity Reformed Church in the Tulpechocken region.

TRAVEL: Circa 1748, when she was about 3 years old, her parents along with other members of their extended family, moved to the South Branch of the Potomac, now Pendleton County, WV.{Individual Source}

HOME: On 21 May 1755, her father Jacob, bought a 210 acre farm, his brother-in-law Nicholas Haffner bought an adjoining farm the same day.{D2} This property was in the Dyer Settlement and became the site of colonial Fort Seybert.

EVENT: The 1750s were the time of the French and Indian Wars. All up and down the frontier there were Indian raids, killings and kidnappings. On Wednesday, 28 April 1758, a war party of Shawnee attacked Fort Seybert at the Dyer Settlement.
Margaret Seybert was taken captive by the Indians, along with her brothers and sisters, after the massacre at Fort Seybert, which ended the lives of her parents, grandmother and many friends. The captured Seybert children were: Nicholas, age 15; ancestor, Margaret, 12; Catherine, 10; George, 8; Elizabeth, 2; Henry, 14. They were taken across the Ohio River to Indian lands in or near Chillicothe,
OH.{D1} {D2}

EVENT: “After a year or more with the Indians, Nicholas Seybert arranged for the escape of his brothers and sisters. He had become a trusty with the Indians, and was allowed to carry on fur trading with the French. One evening when a wagon load of furs was taken out of camp he put his brothers and sisters in the bottom of the wagon, piling furs on top of them. As the wagon was driven away he remained at camp, manifesting surprise when the Indians discovered they were gone. He pretended
to be as disturbed as the Indians. That night he made his escape.”{D3}

MARRIAGE: At about age 25 years, and 11 years after escaping from the Indians, Margaret married William Janes IV.

1. The story of the massacre of the Seybert family by the Indians is in A History of Pendleton County, West Virginia by  Oren Morton,  reprinted, copyright 1980, publ. by Genealogical Publishing co., Baltimore, MD. See pages 43-51.
2. History of Highland County, Virginia by Oren Frederic Morton, 1857-1926, reprinted 1969 by
Regional Publishing Co., Baltimore.
3. The Dyer Settlement: The Fort Seybert Massacre, Fort Seybert, West Virginia by Mary Talbot,
authorized by the Roger Dyer Family Assn.
4. Individual source: The Seiberts of Saarland, Pennsylvania and West Virginia by Raymond Martin
Bell, 1982 edition, Washington, PA, 46 pages.

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The before time: 1930s until late July 1942

Sometime in 1994, age 52, at the forest homestead Nightstar* rural Foley, MN 

The time is now, and in this fleeting moment…
I stand at the bathroom sink stirring my shaving brush in a white porcelain mug on which is painted the picture of a ‘lion amongst canes’.  After carefully sloshing warm water onto my face, cheeks and below my chin, I lather the whiskered portion of my oval-rectangular shaped face.
For me at fifty-two years of age, shaving is not an unpleasant task. Beginning just below my high cheek bones, I stroke down to the jaw.  After several careful strokes with the razor I’m to my chin, where care must be taken as I have a fairly deep cleft.  Then on to shave beneath my straight and slightly up tilted nose.  My lips are a slight light red, their part at my mouth is straight.  The sides of my mouth seem to dart slightly downward, so as to give the appearance of seriousness. My top lip is somewhat heart-shaped.  The bottom lip, a bit fuller than the top, ever so slightly resembles a person who’s pouting.
The coal-black pupils of my eyes are surrounded by  blue iris’ which contain gray and yellow flecks.  A thin layer of fat, under the skin, in the orbit above my eyes cause the skin to sag at a slight angle, just covering my open eyelids.  The effect is to make it appear that I have a concentrated piercing gaze.
Two slight furrows run across the center half of my forehead, beneath these several more angle down to intersect my brows.  My eye brows gently curve above each eye and are composed of dark brown hair in low density, so as to make them appear light brown.
After washing my clean-shaven face of remaining suds and drying on a fresh towel, I pick up a flexible black plastic comb. Parting my shortish brown hair on the left, I comb the mass up across the top to fall nearly to my right ear.  After several more passes with the comb across the top, then front to rear above each ear, then finally forming a swept back wave at the top front and my hair is groomed. Here and there amongst the swath of my brown hair lie almost unnoticed strands of blonde and golden red, amongst my short sideburns are there are now growing a few strands of gray.
Walking into the bedroom, I select from the closet a pair of comfortable wide wale brown corduroy trousers, a cordovan leather belt and a plain, light maize colored long-sleeved, cotton shirt with button-down collar.  These clothes are laid out on a dark, rich colored quilted bed spread which covers our brass bed during the winter months.
From my antique oak dresser, I remove a pair of neatly rolled boxer shorts, a folded and slightly faded wine colored undershirt and a pair of folded brown, green and burgundy, wool argyle stockings.  The underwear I wore from late the previous afternoon, until my wash cloth bath, only moments ago, are unceremoniously thrown into the clothes hamper.
Stooping to pull on my fresh shorts, I note with some amusement the apparently double jointed three inner toes on each of my feet.  Between my wide large toes and the small, little toes are three long toes which I can simply cause to bend at their joints.  When standing, I can keep the first phalange horizontal, bend the second down vertically and the third or outer length points out horizontally again.
My ankle is bony.  My calf’s and thighs are proportional and muscular, without a trace of fat.  There is little fat anywhere on my body, except for a very small band across my stomach.

Pulling the wine colored undershirt over my head and slipping my well-formed and somewhat muscular arms through its short sleeves, I note my upper arms have very a very sparse covering of hair.  My lower arms have sparse dark brown hair on their back, but essentially none on the paler inner surfaces.  I have considerably denser hair on my chest and abdomen than on my arms or legs.
I now pull on my pants and shirt, button the shirt, except for the collar button, tuck the shirt tails into my trousers. The belt is fastened and fly zipped up.
Although I weigh 169  pounds, stand 5’10” tall and wear clothing labeled “Large”, I’m relatively small boned.
Sitting on the bed, I slip on and tie my size 10D, brown leather, Wing Tip Oxford shoes.  My hands which are normal sized for my wrists, have large palms; probably inherited from my maternal grandfather, Pearl Shafer.  My wrists though small boned, combine with my hand and finger muscles to give me an unusually powerful strong grip for my size.
Now dressed, I stand looking into our full length bedroom mirror. I have a broad chest which makes my body appear a bit larger than one might guess if I was viewed from the side.  In a crowd I am taller than the average by a couple of inches. I’m lightly complexioned, have a relatively long, and thin neck which is flesh-colored.  My somewhat oval-rectangular face with its high cheek bones and rather thin nose make me handsome in a masculine way. At the same time, the darts at each corner of my lips, the furrows above my brow and my piercing gaze lend a sense of frowning seriousness to my continence.
I appear to be between the ages of perhaps 42 to 46 years, certainly not my chronological age of 52.
Turning my head slightly to the right and looking across the top of my dresser, I look amongst many small, old, nicely framed, family photographs.  My sight comes to rest on a double frame which contains picture’s of my parents, pictures taken a half century earlier.  Reflecting on the images of their frozen youthfulness, I become lost in thoughts about life.
A light trance begins to obliterates the immediacy of the moment as my mind swirls back across time, tunneling through the decades of my life, and before, where kaleidoscopic particles coalesce to form an image of the world that existed before my birth.

Come, join me and we’ll walk hand in hand across these pages of time, in this, my life story.

The Events and Years Preceding My Birth
The 1930s
In the Fall of 1929, Yale University economist Irving Fisher, one of the most highly regarded experts in the nation, stated confidently: “The nation is marching along a permanently high plateau of prosperity.” Five days later, the bottom dropped out of the stock market, ushering in the Great Depression, the worst economic downturn in America’s history. On October 29, 1929 orders to sell stocks at any price overwhelmed orders to purchase stocks. Millions of dollars suddenly vanished from the American economy in a matter of hours. Large corporations, small family businesses, and individual investors alike all found themselves in the same position—teetering on the edge of bankruptcy or already there.
 American citizens suffered through what came to be known as the Great Depression.  Not only was the economy sour with factory closings, and high unemployment rates, but there were ‘runs’ on banks and depressed commodity prices. In the American Midwest, a severe drought  brought on the ‘Dust Bowl’ of blowing sands and parched land, destroying livelihoods, forcing migration. The combined effects of the depression, banking financial crisis and the Dust Bowl were felt in homes all across the United States.
The Great Depression continued throughout the 1930s.  As the decade passed, people began to see the ‘light at the end of the tunnel’, however for investors, the stock market rose only to fall again. America continued to look inward, absorbed by her own problems. People who had something to lose didn’t take chances, but walked the straight and narrow. For many who lost their farms or jobs, California became ‘the land of milk and honey, a place where someone down on their luck could get a break.’ (Photo above: One of the USA’s countless ‘breadlines’ offering ‘Free Coffee’ for the unemployed.)
There was heat and dust in the heartland, there were bread kitchens and the threat of more unemployment. “Farm families in the Midwest experienced a devastating drought; strong winds in the area blew the soil away into billowing clouds which choked people and covered everything. Dust collected like snow drifts, and farmers were left without any natural or economic resources. They became ‘dirt poor’, and the area became known as the Dust Bowl.”
It is during this time, and within these events in the background of daily life, that we begin this story.

My paternal grandparents, grandfather Glen K. Pierce, was teaching Engineering at Morton High School in Cicero, Illinois. The school system was having a difficult time meeting their budget, so part of the Illinois School System teacher’s pay was in ‘script’, not cash; however, script was not accepted as cash in all commercial transactions. Glen was forced to take a part-time job driving a taxi in order to support the family, a family which consisted of wife Elsie (Grubb), and three sons: William Glen, Jack Pershing and my youthful father, Robert Francis Pierce.

As the 1930s wore on, the family became increasingly concerned with their financial security.  Wanting to provide a safety cushion for themselves, Glen and Elsie bought a  ‘retirement farm’ located between Benton Harbor and Coloma, Michigan.  During summer vacation, the family lived at, and worked on the farm. As they worked, they remodeled the barn and house, installed water and indoor plumbing, and planted  about fifteen acres to orchard.  Their youngest son, Robert, an older teenager, having just graduated from high school, helped on the farm; eldest son, William, was living in Chicago, attending college; and brother, Jack, had left home and was living with relatives in Iowa.

Meanwhile in Germany: Following a period of hyper inflation, Nazi political leader, Adolph Hitler, was becoming a powerful national figure.  Around the world, the island nation of Japan had undergone rapid industrial modernization, her political thinking became militaristic.  Japan looked over the ocean horizon and began planning for expansion.  In early September 1939, Germany attacked neighboring Poland.  Hopes for peace in Europe rapidly collapsed as the world teetered on the brink of World War II.

Early 1940s
In an attempt to check Japanese plans for expansion in the Pacific Ocean, the United States placed an embargo on American oil and scrap metal being sold to Japan.
It was no secret that from 1931 on, every graduating class at Japan’s Naval Academy had the same final exam question, “How would you carry out a surprise attack on Pearl Harbor ?”

Summer 1940
One weekend evening, while the family was at the farm, my father, Robert (Bob) attended a dance at the very popular Crystal Palace Ballroom on Paw Paw Lake, near Coloma.  That same evening, Hazel May Shafer, nicknamed “Haz”, was just beginning to socialize after the loss of her boyfriend, Larry, who was killed in a train-automobile collision.  Hazel lived with her parents and brothers on a farm near Hartford, about twelve miles east of Coloma. Bob and Hazel met at the dance and made an immediate impression on one another. A courtship followed which resulted in their marriage a year later.
During the winter of 1940-41, Bob finished his second year of college.

Bob and Hazel married
Bob and Hazel  were married at the Methodist Church in Watervliet, Berrien County, Michigan on 31 May 1941; the Reverend T. O. Lee, officiated in the service. Mom and Dad only mentioned it to me once, and seem to prefer that no one knows the details, but the story surrounding their marriage is as follows:
At the time of Bob and Hazel’s wedding, his parents, Glen and Elsie, unaware of the nuptial plans, were in Grand Junction, Iowa, for the weekend, visiting with Elsie’s mother Anna Flora (Anderson) Grubb.  Bob was alone at the farm and did not inform the family he was getting married.  Hazels’ parents, Pearl and Alma Shafer, were both at the wedding and signed the marriage certificate. (Photo above; Robert and Hazel Pierce, 1942-43)

Bob was only twenty years old at the time of their marriage, so, in order to get married without his parents consent, he signed the wedding license stating that he was twenty-one years old, which he wouldn’t actually be for another four months.
After the marriage ceremony, the newlyweds went back to the family’s ‘retirement farm’ to live. Needless to say, Bob’s parents, Glen and Elsie were surprised when they came home a few days later to find their son had been secretly married.  Apparently they weren’t too offended, because Bob and Hazel continued to live on the farm for a matter time, before Bob got a job back near the family home in Chicago, Illinois.

 July 1941
President Franklin D. Roosevelt froze all Japanese assets in the United States, the Japanese were furious.  Conditions between the two countries continued to deteriorate.  Meanwhile, U.S. Military Intelligence broke an important Japanese code and began secretly monitoring her military and diplomatic communications.  By December it appeared that Japan was about to take military action, but where?

Before 21 August
By this date, Bob and Hazel had moved from Glen and Elsie’s farm to the west side of Chicago where they rented the upstairs flat in a house at:
9122 Grant Avenue
Brookfield, Illinois
(Photo at right taken of the Brookfield house in 1989)

Bob found employment as an electrician at:
Electro-Motive Division of
General Motors Corp.
LaFrance, IL

October 1941
I was conceived.

Hawaii: Sat., 6 Dec 1941
Meanwhile, on a little, “backwater” Pacific island known as Hawaii: the U.S. Army, responsible for defending the Naval Base at Pearl Harbor, became concerned over possible sabotage by some of the Japanese descendants who lived on the island. The Army was put on the mildest of its three alert levels.  Airplanes were parked in bunches to make it easier to guard them, anti-aircraft guns were retained in their parks, ammunition kept in magazines. Since this was a weekend and a time of rest, the mobile radar crews were manned only between the hours of 4 A.M. to 7 A.M.

Sun.7 Dec. 1941, 7:55 A.M, Attack on Pearl Harbor
The first wave of Imperial Japanese warplanes swept down on the U.S. Fleet moored at Pearl Harbor. Servicemen aboard their ships were stunned: A Commander on the bridge of the U.S.S. Ramapo banged away at the attacking planes with a pistol, tears laced his face.
A “boson’s mate” threw wrenches at the low flying aircraft. From the ships magazine came a call asking what he needed. “Powder !”, he yelled, “I can’t keep throwing things at them.”  A sergeant in the 27th Infantry at Pearl Harbor refused to issue ammunition. He pointed to a sign that said, “No Ammunition Without Captains Orders”.  The gunners on the U.S.S. Argonne shot down their own antenna.

110 minutes later, it was over. We were at war.
Eight big U.S. battleships and three light cruisers were sunk or seriously damaged, 188 U.S. aircraft destroyed and 2400 American servicemen were killed. In this short time the Japanese inflicted greater losses on our Navy than we suffered in World War I. During the engagement, Japan lost twenty-nine aircraft, five midget submarines and one fleet submarine; their attacking naval fleet wasn’t even detected.

Following the attack on Pearl Harbor, President Franklin Roosevelt had a brief telephone conversation with England’s Prime Minister, Sir Winston Churchill.
W.C.:  “Mr President. What’s this about Japan ?”
F.D.R.: “It’s quite true. We’re all in the same boat.”
W.C.:  “This actually simplifies things. God be with you.”
After the attack on Pearl Harbor, the cloud of war took on a global character and became, World War II. The Japanese Empire rapidly expanded its control in Southeast Asia, while Nazi Germany sent its army across Europe.  Although Germany had wished to keep America isolationist, her Japanese ally had overlooked the size and determination of the Americans.
Immediately following the infamous “sneak attack” on Pearl Harbor, the industrial giant America, awoke.  Factories and workers, idle from the Great Depression gained full-time employment.
Between 1940 and 1944, as the American war machine grew, unemployment in the  U.S. dropped from over eight million to around six hundred thousand, where the latter were simply persons between jobs. The growing needs of our beleaguered Allies, our soldiers and the civilian population at home created a stressful burden on the nation’s production facilities.

January 1942: Rationing
Food rationing began, starting first with sugar, then spreading rapidly to include all canned goods, meats, shoes, coal, fuel oil and gasoline. Other items, such as bobby pins, nylon hosiery, alarm clocks and razor blades, though not rationed were in short supply.
Rationing was officially put into effect when the government issued Ration Books, small paper covered booklets each containing several pages of small coupons. When purchasing rationed products, the housewife paid with both cash and coupons. Rationed items had a double value, they cost in terms of money and coupons. Regardless of ones wealth (in theory) each person was entitled to only one book for each defined ration period.  Below are listed some product values in terms of their “coupon cost”.

Rationing Stamps
Red  and Blue Ration Stamp values: Red  and Blue Ration 1 point each.
1 lb. American Cheddar Cheese,  8 points
1 lb. Porterhouse steak,  2 points
16 oz. canned peaches, 18 points
1 lb. hamburger, 7 points
6 oz.   frozen fruit juice, conc., 1 point
1 lb. margarine,  4 points
14 oz.  bottle Tomato Ketchup, 15 points

Besides the rationing, women saved and turned in empty tin cans for scrap, while bacon drippings were used in explosives production.  No one went hungry because of either rationing or the shortages, both were merely considered annoying.

Glenn and Elsie continued to teach during the school year and  work on their rural Coloma, Michigan fruit farm during the summer.

23 July 1942: Gasoline rationing begins in the USA.
Far away, World War II waged on.  Armies clashed, cities were bombed, homes and factories destroyed.  Men were galvanized in a great effort…

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